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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 3:37:26 GMT
Chuckling, he reveled in being able to set this smug asshole to stuttering uncertainty. It was the least he deserved. And, yeah, maybe it was a little twisted that this turned him on, this viciousness, but sex had never been anything more than a tool and a weapon for Milo.
He wrapped his other hand around the back of Alejo's neck and pressed them into another kiss. He shushed teasingly against Alejo's lips. "Relax, Mr. Gaia," he murmured, doing his best doe-eyed Lolita. "He's not here, is he? No one would have to know." Well, for now he'd go with that story. Later, it might be 'No one has to know if you give me some cash on the side and decent grades.' They'd get there later, though.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 3:43:10 GMT
Later, Alejandro would blame his old ways. The days that he would go into a bar and pick up a man or woman just for the fun of it and fuck them. He was pretty sure that's how Alex was born. But when the kid kissed him again, his mind just turned to slush even more and he forgot about everything. Forgot about the student teacher thing. About Zach. Everything.
He reached forward and grabbed onto the kids hips before pulling their bodies together roughly and kissing him just the same. No one would have to know... yeah. Alejandro could deal with that. Well. Drunk Alejandro could deal with that.
[/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 3:51:22 GMT
As much as he was used to it, Milo still hated doing it against a hard surface. He inevitably banged his head against it more than a couple times, it always wrecked his spine getting his hips shoved into it, and it was much more conducive to leaving bruises.
After, he yanked his pants back up quickly and leaned against the sink, a little breathless and dizzy. Milo closed his eyes and let his head rest against the wall, working through the reliable feeling of wrongness that always showed up for a minute or two after doing something like this. He liked to think that it was latent trauma, not that he actually felt guilty about this.
He opened his eyes and looked at his teacher with an unreadable but certainly not elated expression. "Not half bad, Mr. Gaia," he told him flippantly. "Better get back to your boyfriend, though, don't you think? And I'm expecting a B on this week's quiz, by the way."
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 3:57:09 GMT
Once it was over... Alejo thought that maybe he should just go and kill himself now. He was a horrible person. He really was. Zach was going to kill him. Well... if he found out. Alejo didn't have to tell him, now did he. Nope. Not gonna happen. Not at all. He took a deep breath and looked at the kid that may or may not just ruined his life. He wanted to get a b on the next quiz? Did Alejo even give out quizzes? He wasn't even sure. Whatever. He didn't even care about teaching. "Sure, whatever. I don't give a fuck what you get."
[/b] Alej told the fucker. Zach. He was going to be so mad. Now that the temptation was out of the way, Alejandro was making a little more sense of everything, even if he was still drunk. He loved Zach. Why did he just fuck someone else. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 4:02:55 GMT
Shifting uncomfortably, Milo finished buttoning his pants. Sitting wasn't going to be fun tomorrow. Maybe he'd just get the nurse to write him off as sick. He wondered if "Too fucked out for class" was a valid excuse. He cracked his neck and pushed off of the sink, heading toward the door.
He reached into his coat pocket and remembered he was out of cigarettes and cash. Damn, he always needed a smoke after he got laid. Glancing over his shoulder at Alejo, Milo debated his next action for a minute. He hadn't exactly wanted this to be that sort of thing. Not yet, anyway. But he really was strapped for cash.
"Oh, and forty pounds. You're getting the discount." A seriously steep discount, actually, but he felt guilty for pulling this on someone he'd have to see again.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 4:09:24 GMT
Alejandro thought it was over before the dude stopped just before he had left the door and asked for money. Saying it was a discount. The kid was a... hooker? Holy shit Alejo needed a bath. A long one. "You're a fucking whore?!"
[/b] Alejandro asked incredulously. He would never have done it if he had known that. He probably caught a disease or some shit. Wait. Could vamps have diseases? Alejandro wasn't even sure. He closed his eyes and tried not to be completely pissed off. He took a deep breath before finding his pants and his wallet. He took a fifty pound note and threw it at the fucker. "Just get out of my fucking sight."[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 4:16:39 GMT
And, yeah, Milo totally felt like a giant wad of garbage right about then. The way Alejo looked at him, was going to look at him for every Spanish class until they fired him or Milo left the school (he had no delusions of actually graduating), was enough to cement every shitty thing anyone had ever said to him just that bit more. His face flushed a little at being called a whore, true though it may be.
He figured he should clear out before this got any messier. Maybe he could manage to skip Spanish class for the rest of his academic career. It wasn't like Mr. Gaia could fail him now, right? Right?
The boy took the money, shoved it in his coat pocket. He gave one last sheepish glance at Alejo before he shuffled out the door, a slight limp in his gait. He needed a smoke.
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